[Verse 1: P-Tree]

Sun up

The light glow

I might throw up

Fuck

Tug the maestro

Psych

I’m the psycho

Who’s writing

The tight flow

And with my own mic

I’m striking

While the iron’s hot

Less motivated cause the pot

Someday I’d like to stop

But for now I’m not

I’m caught up in a knot

From having naught

But if this was my last thought

I had a lot

Actually

Gradually getting better

At these rhapsodies

Went from writing letters

To tragedies

But with every faculty

I have left

I have to have the last laugh

Funny thing is you can’t graph that

But most people can grasp that

You feel flat when you feel bad

And when you feel sad

Just gotta feel that

Until you ready to

Open up that steel trap

And deal with facts

Ain’t appealing

Or attractive

But don’t let it hold you captive

Gotta steer

Be your own captain

And fear can make you cap size

Gotta be adaptive

Even when the waves massive

Especially then actually

Retroactive

Ain’t an option

When you on your last whim

You’re gonna get tackled

Better be ready for it

Six millions ways

To be betting you’re impervious

With no courtesy kick

Just the bucket

You wanna come and get that

Unlucky

I’m just tryna

Get these fucking five

Strings plucking

And if I keep sucking

That’s the way it’s gonna be

Till they’re bugging me

Asking me to play that

Get a little bass man

But with no paycheck

I’ll be happily free

Just for my family

[Outro: Wilunki]

Treat me right

Don't treat me wrong

There's a light

In all my songs

Treat me right

Don't treat me wrong

There's a light

In all my songs